Steven sat next to me, unable to get a word in, but he didn’t leave, just quietly sipped his tea.
It made me so uncomfortable that I didn’t dare ask Mr. Taylor any of the personal questions I had in mind.
Suddenly, Mr. Taylor asked, “Have you told your family about the amnesia?”
I answered instinctively, “I’m not on good terms with my family, so no.”
Mr. Taylor’s gaze drifted pointedly toward Steven. Steven met his eyes and offered him a cup of hot tea. “Mr. Taylor, please, have some tea.”
The warning in his eyes was clear, but Mr. Taylor wasn't intimidated in the slightest. “Your immediate family situation was always a bit complicated,” he said coolly. “But your grandfather’s family is wonderful, and he adores you. It’s just amnesia, your health is otherwise fine. You should give him a call so he doesn’t worry himself sick.”
“My grandfather?” I looked at Steven, surprised. He had never told me I had a grandfather.
Steven explained in a low voice, “Your grandfather isn’t well, and there are some issues at home. We deliberately kept it from him to avoid any shock that might cause a relapse.”
Then he added, “Zephyra, your design materials are all upstairs. Why don’t you go take a look and get started? I need to discuss some business with Mr. Taylor.”
Seeing that Mr. Taylor didn’t object, I took my phone and went upstairs.



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